Unspoken (Sitkolson Threequel)

8| You Asked For It.

(A/N: Sorry it took kinda long to update but i was working on an MIW tshirt drawing i did and now a Joker drawing... have any of you seen the trailer for "Suicide Squad"??? because it was really good. ENJOY!!)

Music: The Spook (by KSHMR)

              I Started A Joke ( as covered in the "Suicide Squad" trailer)

*******************SMUT WARNING and POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING***********

*Ricky's POV*

          Ryan's grasp on my wrist tightened as he pulled me along behind him. 'Scared' was an understatement to say the least. Not one emotion was shown on his face as he roughly shut the door behind us. Shit, he was pissed. 

        "I-I'm sorry." I flinched away from him but felt his grip tighten around my bony arm. "Please, i'm sorry." I begged, shaking terribly throughout my entire body. Ryan moved closer, and my body moved instinctively to the ground where i scooted as far away from him as possible. I figured that if he were to do something, i'd have a better chance to protect myself if i were against something sturdy and not out in the open. And it's not like i could run for help because all the guys left and Frank said he was meeting with the moving company to see how the progress is going. 

          I doubt Ryan would do anything to hurt me, or anyone for that matter, but people do unlikely things when they're angry. He took another step towards me and seeing how i flinched once more, he stopped, moving no further. I closed my eyes and awaited the possible kicking or hitting that could happen. I didn't want to think of Ryan that way but why else would he have pulled me into our bedroom and slam the door shut?

          "Get on the bed." His voice was firm and commanding. I was terrified to disobey him but i was also horrified to do as i was told. It could be a lose-lose- situations "Now." My body started moving to the bed before my mind could even comprehend my movements. Ryan stalked over to me , watching as i lay on the mattress where he pushed me down so that i was laying completely on my back.

         "Ryan, i'm sorry." I repeated, only becoming more jumpy as i noticed a wicked smile wash over his pale pink lips. 

           "Speak only when spoken to." He ordered, growling in my ear. I was sort of tempted to continue talking just to see what he would do, but do i really want to take that chance? 

         "A-are you mad at me?" I was testing my boundaries, which were pretty strict apparently. Without even answering my question, he fumbled through a few things in his nightstand which was right next our bed, until he found what he had been looking for. The light glinted off something metal or metallic that he held in his hand as he captured my wrist then swiftly attached me to the bedpost above my head. Looking up, i found that they were handcuffs. Kinky.  Frantically i tugged on the metal cuffs until i was groaning with pain from the metal against my frail skin. I couldn't attempt to get out of these things without hurting myself, so i gave up on that idea quickly. I felt so vulnerable with my hands above my head, unable to even move an inch. 

           The smirk playing on his lips only grew wider and more lust-filled as he trailed his proficient fingertips down my body and to the hem of my shirt, but he didn't stop there until he found the button and zipper on my black skinny jeans.  Of course he didn't waste much time pulling them down to at least past my knees, now leaving me more exposed in only my boxers and thin t shirt that rid up my body every time i squirmed around in the handcuffs binding me to the bed. "R-ryan." I was having trouble keeping my mouth shut as he moved down my body, straddling me with one leg on either side of me. 

         "So this is how i have to get you to talk to me, huh?" I bit my lip. I guess so. "But i told you, no speaking unless spoken to." He slapped my ass roughly, earning a quiet moan. "You asked for it." Next he yanked down my boxers leaving me completely uncovered, defenseless, and awkwardly hard. "Tell me, am i as good as Frank?" His voice bled seduction and temptation as  he lowered his head just centimeters away from my throbbing..male part. The suspense and desire was killing me as he only made small movements toward me. 

        Finally he licked all the way up my shaft, then back down until i was a moaning mess. Yet he still left me hanging when he wouldn't give me what i wanted, but taking me in his mouth completely. He only left small kisses and licks on the head before pulling away. My breathing was shallow as he looked me directly in my pale eyes and blew softly on my wet (from his mouth), rock-hard member. I didn't think it was even possible to become any more horny and desperate than i already was, but he managed to do it. My aching member was begging for at least Something. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly how to tease me and how to keep me pleading for more and more, which of course i was doing. I bucked my hips up, silently asking for him to finish, because i knew i wouldn't be able to last much more. 

          Tugging on the hand cuffs i tried my best to at least relieve my aching... 'problem downstairs', but i couldn't even touch myself. "Aww, poor Ricky" He crept up my body until i felt his hand wrap firmly around my pulsing erection and tug on it tormentingly slow. "Is this what you want?"

        "F-faster." My voice was weak from the pleasure i was feeling. I needed his pace to be faster in order for me to release. I couldn't hold much longer, i could feel the pleasure pooling and building up, but with his teasing movements, i couldn't release just yet. "P-please."

        "I love hearing you beg..." And with that i knew it would be a long night of torturous horny pleasure.

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I'm so awkward, i couldn't finish that i'm sorry. Don't hate me.

And i know this isn't a problem at the moment, but FYI I ship Sitkolson as any fan would. Like, they'd make a cute little couple or whatever, but i respect and obviously know that they're just friends, really good friends. So i hope i don't push any boundaries with this shipping, sorry. I respect their musical talents and friendships... if that makes any sense...

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